The cloak of night
The moon shines silver.
Its beams of light on my face.
But my face is veiled.
Black cloth flutters,
I cannot see through it.
But the wind is soft,
And I can feel it.
So my senses, dulled,
Let it take me.
Far, far away.
My body falls and folds,
With the black cloth as its template.
And so I envelope the moon,
The cloak of night.
© Alexandra Rattray 30 august 2003 all rights reserved